Tina B Poetry: 2012

Sunday, April 22, 2012

POEM: Chicago Blues

Chicago Blues

Living at the brink of love

Losing myself in this free-fall of sultry blues

Forgetting all my Southern blues

Somehow I'm alive in this dream

Riding misty sound waves in a midnight Chicago juke joint,

Passion strums his guitar flawlessly and

Emotion fills the black paths of his riffs

Chords drift from one vibe to another

His chords don't deserve her

His face snarls with endless fervor

So convinced, he loves her

And who's to say he doesn't?

Sing!

As 40 ounces pound tables

And liquor-splashes signify good times

No rhyme, no reason

Dark shades cover his eyes,

Attempting to guard the heart of his singing,

But he still hears the drum beats' breathin'

You betta play!

I'm captivated in this moment

Surrounded by smiling faces yet lost in a world of my own

Seeing sexy saxophone stories blown through

laughing women blending with flirting men

Dangle your arms on me baby

And let the good blues carry us, carry us, keep us

In this dream,

Drunken yells compose background melodies

Like cuffs accompany felonies,

A deep massage of bass lines dance on delicate piano runs

It's instrumental

and welcomes anyone who dares to get swept

Music of the windy city sweeps me

Away from my reality

This is Blues in Chicago

Yes, it's my Chicago blues

Friday, February 3, 2012

EVENT: Texas A&M University, College Station

Tina B and Outspoken Bean

Performing LIVE at Texas A&M University

College Station, TX

Langford Building - Green Auditorium

**FREE ADMISSION**

February 29, 2012

7pm

Sunday, January 29, 2012

POEM: In Your Arms

Heartspeaks Custom Poetry

Eric and Rendy Watson Wedding

In your arms,

Love tingles my spine into the million goose-bumps of brail for you to read into who I am

In your arms,

I look forward to living long in a lapse of matrimony - Holy

Hope and faith shall be catalyst to this commitment

Yes, live there, deep in that space

In this moment of unity

Here’s where I give and bend

And you yield and blend

And we cleave into weaved

Interlocked bonds

Where He is the potter

And we become a new clay

Like two candles with one flame

Today,

We begin to grow grey together

¥our touch is gentle like the warmth of a sunset

The glow in your eye draws me close, closest

Closer than a moth to the kiss of moonlight on a shaded window sill,

Your heart

My heart

Is filled with the joy of the Lord

More than making love

Let’s BE love in a magenta rainbow seemed with streams of indigo

Deeper everyday, every year

Into a place where love tingles your spine into a million goose-bumps of brail

And blissful smells fill the roundness of your nose

Color me rose and let our pedals trail to tell our testimony

We’ll fly as doves above a sea of purple calillies

Until the clouds spell Eric and Rendy

For the angels to see

That I love you

And I don’t mean the simplistic, school kid, puppy love type of affection

I mean, I’m deep in this connection where the complexion of the atmosphere changes everytime time skips a beat and I lose rhythm in this love

“God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them”

So let’s live this Watson love

HE who findeth a wife findeth a good thing

For SHE is worth far more than rubies or the most beautiful thing human eyes have seen

WE shall live endless as golden rings til death do us part

This is our wedding day

Amen

(Congrats newly weds, Eric and Rendy Watson)

Saturday, January 28, 2012

POEM: Enigma

I am one day older

Another experience wiser

I am a mind wide open

I am a soft horizon

I am a sun yet risen

I am a bird yet flown

I am flowers yet blossomed

I am a bubble yet blown

I am driven

I am fierce

I am God forgiven

I am His

I am strong wings yet spread

I am a path yet taken

I am a word yet spoken

I am a song yet played

I am the hand that cradles femininity

And the firm handshake in corporate greetings

I am a work in progress

I am the dream I’m seeking

I am the great tomorrow

I am a thought yet imagined

I am a great invention

I am a mystery unsolved

- 12/18/06

POEM: Without Judgement

In the midst of a spiritual temper-tandrum, I wrote down my frustrations. Unedited. Untamed. I wrote. I wanted to polish it up before posting it here, but then thought otherwise.

See, I believe that when you share an honest, HONEST moment of growth from hurt....you can REALLY help people. My friends, that is what a TRUE testimony is all about. So I want to take this opportunity, as small as it might be, to encourage someone. May God be glorified through this journey I am living. I hope this poem, my story, my experiences are helping you. Amen.

-Without Judgement-

Smeared ashes stain my pages/

Smeared tears contain my pillow/

Billows roll and ten years feels more than ages/

As following Christ is getting costly/

How can conversation become crewel interruptions/

Like dark covers in my sunlight

And midnight blues upon my moonlight/

Uncovering my darkness is no longer hard for me/

But even the intellects and smarty pants

Press their dance upon me/

Push their opinions in my ears and their dresses in my hands/

Go away from here/

Temptation is necessary... but what about social rejection/

Shall that always be my story

And this misery, my glory/

The mystery of fate is hysterectomy to my existence

I am forgotten/

I understand the protocol:

To walk by faith, not sight nor feeling/

But friends dodge me as I move

And the feel of falling leaves me hurting/

I'm lapping lonely story after story/

From each turn, by broken keeps breaking/

Decorate my joy with pain, why don't you/

Mistake my truth for fame, I dare you/

Just gimmie a shoulder for my journey

And a smiling face to keep me moving/

I'm asking for a friend to accept me for my real/

My flaws, my falls/

My push, my drive/

My downs, my rise/

My life, my story/

My balance of human life with my fine lines of faith/

Just accept me

Without Judgement.

POEM: Letting Go

I heard an old lady say

“The older I get, I can’t see too far

But I can see things for what they truly are”

As far as my eyes can’t see

There’s a place where my heart bleeds

And I believe love can’t be

This horrific

I won’t get specific

My life’s paparazzi’s mistress, Anti-tabloids and public pictures

So I sing in a private silence

Watch his life walk by bliss

And oh how I miss him

Nothing sounds good in his goodbye

It's understood

But too permanent,

I've cried pain-staking miles across burning sands

I'm tired

So I’ll let go

Let butterfly wings spread

Let his hope live to leave his discontent dead

Logic and thought move my heart's legs

I'm walking from this

I hate this part

But they say when one thing ends,

Another one starts

God be with me

I'm single

POEM: Farewell Uncle Mike

In 2009, a friend of mine's uncle passed away. She and I talked for a while about his life.....soon after, I was compelled to write this poem for her (and her family) for the obituary. Take a look.

To Uncle Mike

Catholic rosaries clinched in one hand,

I pray

Then subtly, gently, touch surrounds my other

I look

Down to find yours clinching mine

Innocent fingers which once strummed guitars

And formally became balled fists

Pounding background beats to birthday songs

You were the life of our party

Now

Inner fists fight for life

I pray

Nerves and sinews,

Uncooperative

DNR takes new meaning

Determined to live, Not Rest

But suddenly,

Your life kept going while my world stopped

Cropped to capture a beautiful human, unforgettable images of you fit my mind-frame

Your life lives in my memories

Somewhere between being backbone and tears

I selfishly want you here

My atmosphere is shaded with questions

And somehow, I am reminded of Brad Paisley’s “no”

That every prayer you pray,

Gets answered, even though,

Sometimes the answer is no

Golden streets and infinite peace is undoubtedly

More appeasing than all the world could offer

So live, Uncle Mike

Live

Live beyond the boundaries of our realm

Stretch your angel wings like the soaring seraphims

Give God all the glory that’s due to Him

Meanwhile,

Dear God,

Please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;

Courage to change the things I can;

And wisdom to know the difference

I love you, Uncle Mike

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